Liquid Eternity

Chapter One

You lived a fairly simple life, even though you had been considered an intellectual genius for most of your life. You graduated high school at age 13, and finished college in only two years. At 15, you began working for the Speedwagon Foundation as the head of communications, since you could speak almost 13 languages, including English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese, Arabic, Hindi, Korean, Tamil, Tagalog, Italian, Russian, and you were close to mastering Latin.

Of course, your life changed when you were attending a conference with several international researchers that had discovered a mysterious arrow. You were simply acting as a translator during the conference, but the arrow intrigued you, so you went to get a closer look later that night. It somehow shot through the glass and struck you straight through the middle.

When you woke, you thought you were tripping balls. Suddenly you could control any water-based liquid, and there was this strange little sprite that would appear out of nowhere when you became distressed, like when you were talking to someone you admired. In these cases your little friend would appear and seemingly try to give you advice, screaming "Prrii!! Prii!!"

However this only happened occasionally. Most of the time, your 'distress' meant you had just taken a massive dump in a public restroom and then realized there was no toilet paper. Then your little sprite would fly into the other stall and bring you some.

You always wondered why nobody else could see her (her? You wondered if it had gender). She was rather cute, with a little droplet head and little feet that poked out of a sort of poncho that looked and moved like a waterfall. You assumed she was made of water, as she was wet to the touch. She was no bigger than the palm of your hand, but could probably grow bigger depending on how much access to water that you gave her.

You had taken to calling her Amaranthe*

When you were just 16, the man himself, Joseph Joestar. He came to your department for a meeting. You were sweating super hard, afraid that one little mistake would ruin your whole career. Your friend was no help, spinning around your head trying to mop up sweat or fix a stray hair, but usually ended up making things worse. You appreciated the thought though.

When Mr. Joestar and his associate, Avdol arrived, they took notice of you and begun asking questions about a "stand," which just made you all the more confused. You were still shocked that they could see Amaranthe.

"Hang on," you rubbed the bridge of your nose in concentration. "So this little spirit I have is a stand? And Avdol, you say you were born with it? Mr. Joestar just... developed his?? But what about the arrow?"

Avdol and Joseph shared a look.

"That's why we've been studying it." Avdol spoke. "We don't fully understand the arrow ourselves."

"Huh... Interesting..."

Soon, you had been promoted and begun traveling the world with them studying the strange phenomenon that was 'the stand.'

From here, our story begins about a year later, in a small community jail in Japan.

*Amaranth: Song by Nightwish